Polly and Guy - Sex Stories

Polly and Guy

I met Guy at work. He was a client of ours and used to come and see me at the office so I could help him find work. He'd come over from France 15 years before and although he was good with English I arranged for him to go on different courses to help him get a new career. Over the weeks as I gave him one to one support in the office we got to know each other well. We always had a laugh and he used to try and teach me French. He was very handsome and if I'm honest he made me go slightly weak at the knees whenever he came in. I wouldn't have known if he felt the same way at first as my work uniform left much to be desired. I wore a crap black top and cheap black pants, which, since I'd put a little weight on, seemed to go straight to my arse, making my pants stretch ever so tightly, revealing a slight sheen due to the cheap fabric, whenever I bent over for something. We were in the office one day when he announced he was going to Paris for a week and offered to get me a gift. I joked 'Je voudrais, des collants!' His eyes beamed and he said 'Seriously?' 'I'm joking, Guy.' But I wasn't really. I love tights. 'I will get this for you, if you like.' I bit my bottom lip bashfully. 'You will?' 'Of course.' Guy smiled. Once I had realised that this sexy man was actually going to buy me a pair of tights as a gift I smiled. 'If you want,' I said. Guy stood up, about to leave. 'Maybe, you could model them, when I come back, deal?' 'Deal.' We stared at each other in silence for a minute ...

... or so, then I added, 'Guy?' 'Yes, leo.' 'Make sure they're glossy, make sure the tights...are shiny...' 'For you...anything...' He smiled, put his hands on my arse, stroking the soft fabric, gripped my buttocks gently and moved in to kiss me. It was a nice soft, slow kiss. He pulled away, and stroked my cheek as he said 'I will miss you.' 'Oh Guy, me too, me too!' I threw my arms around him and we passionately kissed mouth open, with our eyes closed. Must have lasted twenty minutes, only broken with a rap at the door. A week later I arranged to meet Guy at the train station. I said I had a surprise for him. I put on some glossy thick black tights, a skintight blue leotard and wore my tight cream jodhpurs over them. I then wore a short black blazer, over my white blouse and put loads of make up on. Finally before I stepped out into the night to get into the car I carefully placed my glossy black bobbed wig on my head. In the post I sent Guy a pair of padded skintight green Lycra cycling tights to wear under his short jacket just for the occasion. I was standing by the car with a hand on my hip when he emerged to meet me. His lycra glimmered in the evening lights as he beamed when he saw me. I smiled, waved and we embraced. I put my hands on his tight padded arse and drew his body close to mine as we kissed not giving a shit if anyone could see us or not. As it happened there were a few people passing by, but they probably saw a sexy man, gripping the arse of a sexy woman. We ...